**Kait**

Marcey’s eyes become thin slits, pupils large and angry. Her mouth curls and her hair coils up as electricity fills the air.

“She’s not ready for that,” Marcey hisses.

Jake shakes his head, not backing down. “That’s not up to us to decide,” he states, looking down at the book.

“Excuse me,” I interject. “But seeing as I’m the subject in question, don’t I get a say in this? Exactly what do you think I’m not ready ...